He refused to grow,
Living life as a one man show,
No room to groom or glow,
Will always be a blow,
From being alone.
He refused to grow,
For growing meant lawns to mow,
ripped clothes he had to sew,
Things he had to know,
And as a result he refused to grow.

...The saddest stagnant sordid reality,
is that even out of the best of his ability,
He could not stop time....
             And as a result,
He was forced to grow